College at Brockport - Saga Yearbook (Brockport, NY)

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14 THE STYLgUS d Blind Man's Bluff? What a time we had Color ,Day Sitting on the h W d n Sol- an I I o - ' d how famo-usly we performed the March of t e oo e Seniors, an diers. In June, of course we passed withf honors. To tell you of our Senior year is the most difiicult. In the fall we organized the class with Laura Kuse as president, Howard Hogan as vice- ' t r and Edith Gifford as treasurer. president, Sarah Mullaney as secre a y, I The first thing we did was to choose our rings from a plarge selectio-n. h ' tant ei ent brought forth a due amount of discus-Sion, and dis- Sue an impor . 1 I cussion is such fun. VVe,ended in an oblong ring with the seal s-et on raised onyx. The year- 1927 is cut in on the sides. We are proud of them' and they will keep memories near to us. In Dec-ember the class inaugurated an innovation in the way of the , h d and directed b Senior play. The play, One of the Family, ' waslcoac e y Edith Nye and was a great -success. Our only fear was that our famous actors might leave us for the brightflights of Broadway. In January our president left us for teaching. and Edith Nye became president. VVith her we have attempted to band ourselves more closely to- gether as a class. Every other Monday night we meet in the sorority rooms for business, eats, and a'good time. VVe feel the spirit of co-operation, what it can accomplish, and what it can mean to each of us. Wie have learned something of the bea.uty and the joy of friendship, sympathyfand cheerful- pessijh We liiiow py experience how much can be accomplished when all work oge er wi ing y. 'Our garden party given in assembly Color Day morning showed you some 273 our talent . We are very proud to have the! honor of the best class song. e owe our thanks to Dorothy Neidert and Eda Turner. IlVe are planning a great deal on our Class Day, a day dear to every Senior. V.IuS.1g.now'it is hard to tell you our feeling toward Commencement D-ay. There IS a Joy, but it is having a hard time to make itself felt for it must struggle with heavy sadness.. It is a grand feeling to be nearing the -end, to be able tofsee ourselves away fro-m lesson plans and Nigrmal School work, but down deep in our hearts we are -sorry school days are almost over. We wonder whether- we might not have done better, whetherwe mi ht not have been kinder, more sympathetic, and f more helpful. At an ' rite our hearts were right' our mistakes' t . y A forgotten 3 we rust are already forgiven and We 0W'C'so much to D . Th I f impossible to write it down in0dnf,d3vnhvl:JlI'IdsC0?F1ir.Inlll 0511. faclllty that 'it is and sympathy is dear to us. Truly it is hard to gfliwgn ness, Interest, help Wherever we may roam o'er th' 'd A Y' . ori-es of our three years at Brsocljpbvft elYlId1Irld1alW?'I'ha11lcarry happy mem- We may forget, but the friendships We made . hu ue essgons we learned always We Shan Sa B-ru - -k ' we s a cherish forever, and . Y 0 0 'P'0'1 't. Brockport! Brockport! I 4. -E

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THESTYLUS 13 CLASS CHRONOLOGY In r-eviewing the events of the last three years, in recalling them in some order so that they are intelligible to read, there is a desire to slight our duty, to withhold something. So long have the-se events been a part of our liv-es, so deeply are they rooted in our thoughts and feelings, so large a place do they hold in our memories that theypseem to be ours alone. We are reluctant to record them for others to read. Surely the term history is- out of kplace. VV e cannot write down our normal school lives as a series of cold, hard facts, facts logically and care- fully set down. There is too much of ourselves,.' our feelings, our dreams for such an account as that, for a history. Instead there are beautiful memor- ies-painful memories-joyful memories. They are all thrown together in a most confusing way, some seem bursting to tell about themselves, some are mixed up, some are fading, some are only in- partsg'a great many are bril- liant and real. Perhaps we are rather timid in telling you of our liv-es here for fear you will not' see us a.s we see ourselves. VVe are Seniors, full fledged teachers. There is satisfaction in that. Surely we have been clever, bril- liant-an unusual class. Our Freshmen year! Of course, it rather hurt to be freshmen after we had achieved such fame and scholarly dignity in the role of lligll school seniors. Some of us were truly timid, homesick and rather weary of it all. Everything was so new and strange. The building was so large, so dark, so cold. Others of us had an excellent chance to show how much we knew about the pla-ce, how sm-art we were and how intifmate we were with the faculty. VVhat fun it was to be spoken to personally in cl-ass, how we imag- ined the new girls envied us. ' The get-acquainted party, with its friendly atmosphere, put an end to all that. There were peppy songs in assembly, and who could help singing with Mrs. Wallace playing and leading us. VVhat fun we had singing Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree and watching Mr. Salisbury make mistakes! Naturally Mr. Lath.rop's side won in the tug-of-war, Miss Mar- tin showed us how to make paper hats, and some of us became expert at driving nails ! - f ' Freshmen greenness vanished and lo, we became the foundation of the school. Everything rested upon our shoulders, we were very important and busy. Once in a while we found time to smile condescendingly upon the seniors. The teaching program was read at Crits. How we held our breath in anticipation! How we expected arithmetic, Latin, English, history, just the thing we knew nothing about! Ho-w -many times we vowed we couldn't teach! We should surely die! At the end of the reading we gave a sigh of -Was it,relief or disappointment?-that our name had not been read. Surely, next time we would get something, and next time we did. Black- board washing! Well, we were becoming very professiona.l. So slipped by our freshmen year, and behold,,we were juniors. U Juniors are apt to be hard to handle, and perhaps we were no exceptions, yet we feel that we did some good. Our class-5 was the first Junior class to organize, to develop a class consciousness. VVhat could our class h-a.v-e done without our President, Genevieve Foley anl our faculty adviser, Mr. Perry? Our colors are blue and sand, our motto, Not on the heights, but climbing. We carried on an imm-ense amount of business..,and had fun, too. Once we had a party in the reception room with Winkum Going to Jerusalem

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